Post-Holiday Wrap
Heya...
So, finally, catching up. Partly because Ju is napping and I'm too lazy to do anything else at the moment.
Julia's first Christmas was lovely, not a huge extravaganza or momentous occasion, but lovely. Neighbors and friends are all saying things like, "Wow, Julia's first Christmas! It must've been really really amazing!" Well, it was lovely. I mean, she doesn't know what's going on, she has no idea why there's a tree in the house or why there's blinky lights on the tree or why she gets to chew on sparkly paper one morning... ooo.. blinky lights... mmm... sparkly paper. My mom came over to spend the night Christmas eve, and we did the McGraw traditional thing and gorged on luxurious munchies (greek caviar salad, tapenade, guacamole and nachos, cheese) while watching DVDs. And the next morning we opened prezzies (read: Julia got to chew on a lot of paper) and mom and I made food most of the day, interspersed by a walk. First, breakfast (French toast) and then a very nummy dinner involving racks of lamb and lots of super wonderful side dishes. Ju was actually very cooperative all this time, and let me do this, which was great. I haven't been able to cook much since she's come into the world, so it was fun.
Neil's and my Christmas presents to each other were kinda lame -- actually, they were nonexistent, just little coupons for specific presents we managed to print off moments before we presented them to each other. No time, no energy to shop for each other. But the thoughts were there, at least.
And now Julia's 6 months old -- holy freakin' cow. She's still getting huger and huger (as she should), and cuter and cuter, and is now starting solids (if you call really watered-down baby cereal "solids"). Her sleep has still been a problem -- I won't bore you -- but after reading way too much on the topic of baby sleep, I am now convinced that the idea of a baby sleeping through the night is mere fiction and is not something that every baby can or will (or maybe even should) achieve until they're at least a year old. Sad, but true. There are babies that are capable, indeed, and Julia has, on the odd night, stunned us by sleeping quite long. But that's an anomaly, not the norm, and so I will be happy if she only wakes 1 to 2 times a night for now. That would be absofuckingtastic.
So that's enough for now -- I will try to write more about other things in the future -- wish me luck. :)
So, finally, catching up. Partly because Ju is napping and I'm too lazy to do anything else at the moment.
Julia's first Christmas was lovely, not a huge extravaganza or momentous occasion, but lovely. Neighbors and friends are all saying things like, "Wow, Julia's first Christmas! It must've been really really amazing!" Well, it was lovely. I mean, she doesn't know what's going on, she has no idea why there's a tree in the house or why there's blinky lights on the tree or why she gets to chew on sparkly paper one morning... ooo.. blinky lights... mmm... sparkly paper. My mom came over to spend the night Christmas eve, and we did the McGraw traditional thing and gorged on luxurious munchies (greek caviar salad, tapenade, guacamole and nachos, cheese) while watching DVDs. And the next morning we opened prezzies (read: Julia got to chew on a lot of paper) and mom and I made food most of the day, interspersed by a walk. First, breakfast (French toast) and then a very nummy dinner involving racks of lamb and lots of super wonderful side dishes. Ju was actually very cooperative all this time, and let me do this, which was great. I haven't been able to cook much since she's come into the world, so it was fun.
Neil's and my Christmas presents to each other were kinda lame -- actually, they were nonexistent, just little coupons for specific presents we managed to print off moments before we presented them to each other. No time, no energy to shop for each other. But the thoughts were there, at least.
And now Julia's 6 months old -- holy freakin' cow. She's still getting huger and huger (as she should), and cuter and cuter, and is now starting solids (if you call really watered-down baby cereal "solids"). Her sleep has still been a problem -- I won't bore you -- but after reading way too much on the topic of baby sleep, I am now convinced that the idea of a baby sleeping through the night is mere fiction and is not something that every baby can or will (or maybe even should) achieve until they're at least a year old. Sad, but true. There are babies that are capable, indeed, and Julia has, on the odd night, stunned us by sleeping quite long. But that's an anomaly, not the norm, and so I will be happy if she only wakes 1 to 2 times a night for now. That would be absofuckingtastic.
So that's enough for now -- I will try to write more about other things in the future -- wish me luck. :)